When my husband found me, I was crouched pathetically by the bed. “Well, that’s not a very good hiding place.” he commented. And my daughter yelled out, “It’s because mom’s butt didn’t fit under the bed!” And this was met with a chorus of laughter. I laughed too because it was funny. But inside I was like: My life would be so much easier if I just lost weight and I’ve got to do something about this extra weight. It was like this mantra in my mind.
